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Why "I am NOT a VOLCANO!"

Why "I am NOT a VOLCANO!"
click the volcano for the due explanation
"In all of living, have much fun and laughter. Life is to be enjoyed, not just endured." — Gordon B. Hinckley
Exaggeration is the spice of life

Book I am Currently Reading: Peter and The Shadow Thief

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Wordless Wednesday

Me as Wendy in Peter Pan, the British musical.


Yeah...the pant suit jammies were not exactly flattering. Especially when I wore the sound pack on the side that made me look lumpy...but I had to fly, I climbed all over all kinds of contraptions and danced my tushie off. So a night gown wasn't all that good an idea for me. Funny thing- my "brothers" wore night gowns. But then, I flew 20 feet in the air. They flew about 4 feet in the air.











Essential Life Lessons: Peppermint. (And Giveaway)



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One of the things I always dreaded before I became a mom was the seriousness of fevers. I was terrified of dealing with a sick child. The fear that comes along with that, the watching, waiting, the worry. Now that I have a whole lot of experience with that, I STILL fear it. I still worry, I still sit up awake even when my feverish baby is sleeping soundly against my chest.





Medicines like Tylenol and Motrin CAN bring down the fevers, but they don't ease the fear. Because they bring with them their own fear inducing qualities. Overdose. Bad batches. Internal bleeding. Allergies. The list goes on.





I have a really hard time giving any kind of medicine to my kids. There are always too many news stories about babies and parents who meant well.





All of these fears contribute to the big reason my husband and I became Do Terra Essential Oils distributors.





One of my favorite oils that I am so excited to share with you is Peppermint oil.













I think it's very important to share very soon considering sick season is soon upon us, and I have already walked the floors with sick children. I have a pot of gold for you.





The fastest way to safely get rid of fevers, without time limits, without overdoses, without fears and worry, is Peppermint oil.





Peppermint oil can be generously rubbed on the bottom of the feet or at the back of the neck and brings down the fever in minutes. Simple as that. And the smell is soothing and helps the feverish little one sleep soundly.





Do Terra Peppermint Oil is:


*Anti inflammatory


*Antiseptic


*Anti parasitic


*Anti spasmodic


*Astringent


*Expectorant (clears mucus. The same thing a cough syrup is supposed to do.)


*Stimulant





Uses:


*Relieve stress, including stress induced headaches.


*Resolves digestive problems like diarrhea, nausea, motion sickness and COLIC when diluted with coconut oil (also distributed by Do Terra) and rubbed generously over abdomen.


*Add Peppermint to beverages, cookies, fudge, or any other number of culinary favorites to make them into masterpieces.




*Peppermint can be used as a natural insect repellent, especially when mixed with Eucalyptus oil (Another Do Terra favorite.)


*Cools you off during hot weather when rubbed on the back of the neck.





Price for 15ml bottle:


Retail: 27.33 Wholesale: 20.50

Monday, September 26, 2011

Touchy Topic Tuesday (Repeat, but read it anyway!)


The Name Game

(Starting out with something mild today, folks, to get a feel for everyone's reaction. Remember to discuss in a calm manner, disagreements are always okay and welcome, but name calling, bashing or abrasive comments toward another poster will NOT be tolerated.)



I come from a family full of kids with unusual names. Of course, you all know my name is Brae (Bray), I have a brother, Biege (Beej), a sister, Bergan, and a youngest brother Bozton.



My children don't have any strange names, though i HAVE been told that my girls have old lady names, and, yes, my son's name is less than common.


Anyway, who the heck cares?


Finding a baby name is one of my favorite parts of being pregnant. I am not the biggest fan of pregnancy in the first place. I'm a pretty tiny girl, so as soon as I get past the morning sickness, which plays out for 16 weeks as my worst nightmare, I get uncomfortable. Fast. There's not much room between my ribs and my hips, and a baby fills the space in record time.



Back aches, water retention, constipation, pinched nerves, insomnia, out of control emotions and the list goes on. I am not a fan. I LOVE my sweet babies. Which is why I do it. But I don't like pregnancy.

So, finding out if my baby is a boy or girl, and then spending hours, days and weeks pouring over books, internet sites, and throwing out polls on birth boards searching for a perfect name, arguing with Brandon over weirdness, exactly what is IN the name that can provoke ridicule from other kids, uniqueness, and other factors, is one of the things that gets me through the 9 months of pain and suffering that is pregnancy.

It happened roughly 10-12 weeks, before we were going to have a beautiful new baby boy who would be a perfect little blank slate for me to spend the next 18 years screwing up, and apologizing to, and his name is one Brandon and I have had picked out since we were waiting to find out if Scarlet was a boy or girl.

His name is Teague Liam MacCool.

Since I spent said months pouring over books and internet sites, etc, as was mentioned above, while waiting to find out about my new little one, I had a perfect girls name picked out too.

Last October (2010), I took my youngest two children (as Lilly was in school) to a Halloween party thrown by two of my friends here. In all, there were 5 of us, and 12 children between us. While the children ran amok in their Halloween costumes, and ate pumpkin shaped ham and cheese sandwiches and waaaaaay too much candy, the moms chatted. Eventually, the conversation turned to our children, their names, what they meant and where we got them from.

As I was pregnant, I was asked what we would be naming this new baby, and, of course, I told them. I also mentioned that, if we ever have another girl, her name will be Hazel.

One of the other women turned around, a slight flash of fire in her eyes, and in mock good nature, slapped my shoulder. "But that's OUR name if we have another girl!"

My answer? In jest, I said "Well, I guess it's a race then, huh?"

I unintentionally left her speechless.

Of course, I laughed and shook my head, and told her "Then use it! I didn't make it up. If you want to use it, go for it! And if there are two Hazels in the same class, well, it won't be any different from there being two Ashleys or two Sarahs."

All the other women agreed, we had a laugh, and the conversation turned.

My mother has always had the opinion that one should never reveal a baby name until the baby is in your arms. In fact, I remember always waiting at my grandparents' house just waiting for the phone call to find out the name of my new baby brother or sister. That's right. The baby's name wasn't even a family secret. It was a well guarded secret which she protected with her life.

The theory is, if you tell someone your baby's name, someone who is due before you will inevitably "steal" it. So you keep it a secret so that no one else can have it. Like it's a precious gem. Like it's something no one has ever thought of before in the entire history of the planet.

Daily I saw posts about this on my birth board. "Name stealing." And not just name stealing, but people getting upset about someone using a name that even SOUNDS remotely like the name they have chosen.

For example, I once read a vent about someone who planned on naming her new girl Lulu- a name she says she had picked out as a little girl. Some good friends of the family had a daughter named Leelou, who was somewhere around 9 years old, and threatened removal of friendship if said woman were to keep her child's name.

Once, someone was seen to be venting online about a neighbor who was more of an acquaintance, naming their new dog Lily, which is the name they had chosen for their daughter.

However, when I was pregnant with my second baby, my first son, Mahone, I happened to live in a neighborhood which was full of pregnant women all due very near the same time I was. Out of 9 of them, 6 of them had boys.

And I blabbed Mahone's name all over the place.

Oh, sure, I endured a lot of ridicule. Many people thought it was too strange, too foreign, or came up with all types of things that kids could use to make fun of it. One woman even told me that, in Spanish, it means the word sh*t, which, after only brief research, it was obvious that it does not. (As a matter of fact, it's an Irish word that means 'bear')

I just happen to be of the opposite opinion of my mom. The truth is, I sort of feel that, if my baby's name is out there and everyone knows about it, well, if someone 'steals' it, then everyone else will know that I chose it first. The name is something that was mine to begin with, even if my baby was given it later.

Anyway, in addition to my opinion that everyone should know my baby's name as soon as I do, if only for the fact that they know I'll be using it, I just honestly don't even care if someone uses the name I chose. And personally, I've never been in one place for more than two years since I've been married.

Now, I suppose that if it were one of my siblings or Brandon's siblings who decided to use the name I had planned, then to just go ahead and use the name might not be an option. Could get a little bit weird. But, for the most part, I think that getting upset over someone who works with you or lives near you using the name you have picked out is just petty. It's a name. There's no patent. Just use the name yourself.

So there you have it. Let it be known that if we are given another baby girl, her name will be Hazel. It's not changing. Or, at least, if it DOES change, it'll be because I loved a name I found more than I love Hazel. Not because someone else uses it.

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How about you?

Do you think it's a better idea to keep your baby's name a secret? Do you divulge the name? What would you do if someone close to you used the name? Would you change it? Would you confront them? Would you still use that name?

Let us know!



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Sunday, September 25, 2011

Giveaway!!!!

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Now that we have that out of the way, we can get on to more important things.

Like how incredibly sick I am.

Okay, really, it's not the worst thing I've ever been through, but that doesn't change the fact that it sucks.

What's worse is that I'm allergic to almost all the good medications. When I was around 15 years old, my mom gave me some ibuprofen for a headache. Within a few minutes, I had chest pain, couldn't breathe and was panicking in pain. At the ER, they found nothing wrong and left me monitored on the table for around 6 hours, at which time, the pain faded, and they sent me home exhausted.

It wasn't a month later when the same thing happened. This time, though, they found a common factor. The medicine. From there, I was told never to take anything with Ibuprofen in it, OR anything with Aspirin in it. So I've avoided it like the plague.

As a kid, I never had many problems with allergies. I AM allergic to cats, but we never had one growing up, so it wasn't ever a problem for me. At least not until I was about 14 or so. In the spring, I had a flare up of major allergies while I was at a girls camping trip with my church group and a leader gave me some Benedryl. Not only did the medicine not help my symptoms at all, but my eyes swelled up, puss welled up in my eyes from my tear ducts and for the next five or six hours, I was absolutely miserable.

Everyone told me it was just a bad case of allergies that medicine couldn't help.

Unfortunately for me, the same effect happened with Benedryl several weeks later when my dad gave me some for allergies before we left for church. Pseudo ephedrine gave me the same reaction, and now I avoid any kind of decongestant whatsoever.

This morning, I woke up sick. Throat so sore I couldn't swallow spit, congestion in my ears and nose, and sneezing with a mild cough.

After church, my husband told me to take Sudafed. Yeah. Duh. I should have known better. But my husband has had extensive education in chemistry, and regularly analyzes the ingredients in medications. I took it cautiously, telling him that I can't have this. He said it wouldn't hurt me. Buuuuut...for 6 hours I was laid out with eyes full of puss, and now, while the puss is gone, I feel like I've been punched in both eyes.

We've recently become Do Terra Essential Oils distributors. Our oils come Saturday. And it can't come too soon. I need some Breathe and some Frankincense!!!!

Saturday, September 17, 2011

I really need to get a new header.

At this time, my baby boy is 8 and a half months old!

It's absolutely ridiculous that I have let my blog go for so long and that my header is from so long ago that in it, my youngest daughter was a mere 18 months old.

That means that the picture is almost 2 years old, friends.

GAH! I have some work to do!
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